A feeling of white grace and beauty,
Comes our way,
Floating, floating Time away.
Oh most beautifully of winged creatures,
Feathered grace in a mirrored pond
That can vividly transmit,
Beauty as a living thing,
And that takes us under,
Her miraculously, graceful wing
Without effort,
As all around her,
The spirit of peace and beauty sing.
Never to be seen again,Nothing, ever lastsNor us, nor we, nor themOnce the die is castAnd Life is on its way,There is no turning backTill our final day,But how we miss our Past!The once lived, happy days,For some, yet not for all,Those days, those yearsThat won’t come back,Like first Roses of MayLike Love that’s gone…
Is there anything,Better?When roses smile,Life is magnificent!At least, for a while.When hearts beat faster,Love may comeIn the formOf sweet disaster,It’s never easyTo loveIn fact,It’s complicated,You can no longerLive,Without being duplicated.
Into politics,Not for youBut for its mightPower taken,Lies, not fightsFor all our rights,Beware of thoseBearing free gifts,Lost in deep pockets,And called Gyps.You’re just the foolsThat gave them keysTo take you over,‘Legally’.
But, Time I cannot borrow,I used it all up,And now I have, none.
Movements that beauty win,Moving in melodious sinOf delight,Reaching Heaven’s Height.
They hold over meAn unknown powerAnd captivate me,Hold me prisoner,We have become inseparable,As if I were the secret-keeper,Of some unusual herd.
